He who must not be Loved. [d.m]

6-6

"Well because he is your—"
"Your parents murderer, of course."

I hadn't gotten a chance to speak to Draco at all. And at this point, it was already time for Slughorn's dinner.
I was wearing a simple black dress up right until my knees and a pair of mary-Jane's.

I'm just happy that I wasn't alone tonight. Hermione was beside me, going on and on about Ron. Saw it coming, though.

"What about you, Miss Granger? What does your family do in the Muggle world?" Slughorn asked her as I took a bite of the dessert. "Uhm.. their dentists. They tend people's teeth." She said as the room stared at her. "Facinating, is that a dangerous profession?" He asked again. "No. Although a boy did bite my father once." She said with a slight laugh. Wasn't very funny to the others, I assumed.

"Ah, Miss Weasley. Come in!" Slughorn said as the door creaked open. She smiled, sitting beside Harry. "She's been crying." I muttered to Hermione. "Her and Dean. They've been having fights." Hermione said. I nodded in understanding.

I looked ahead, my eyes landing on Cormac who was licking the tips of his fingers— his eyes glued on me. I took a silent breath, tearing my eyes away from the disgusting boy. I must admit, it was a little uncomfortable.

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"Good bye, bye bye!" Slughorn said as the students began to leave. "Ah, Y/n." My head perked up, i put down the object I was admiring. "Pardon me, Professor. I was engaged." I smiled awkwardly. "No problem, none at all." He said. "Some of your classmates, I fear, will never make the shelf." He said with a sigh. I narrowed my eyes. "The shelf, sir?" I asked.

"Anyone who aspires to be anyone hopes to end up here." He explained shortly. I nodded. "Did Voldemort ever make the shelf?" I asked— although I'm not sure why I did. It's not like I wanted to. His ears perked up at my question. "Do you know.. what he was like?" I asked again. At this point, I'd started to bite my tongue. I have no idea why I was asking him this, it's as if the words were magically thrown out my tongue— by a force.

"I'm sorry sir, forgive me." I sighed silently, rubbing my temple. "No, it's okay. Only natural you should want to know more." I furrowed my brows at his answer. What did he mean by that? "Pardon? Why would I want to know more?" I asked, taking a step closer as he turned around to face me. "Well, because he is your—" he stopped abruptly. I raised a brow. "He is my?" I asked again. He shook his head. "Your parents murderer, of course." He said, a nervous smile on his face. That wasn't the truth was it? He wanted to say something else.

I nodded my head. "Right." I muttered. "Well, Ms. Potter. You must get going." He said with a fake smile. I smiled back before turning around to leave. "Ms. Potter." He called out. I stopped. "Yes?" I asked. "Be careful, will you?" He said. I remained silent before quickly leaving.

Filler chapter, I hope I'm making it clear who I want y/n's real parents to be by now 😓😓